What does our media say about our culture? What does our reliance on media say about us as individuals? How does the media we consume change us? Does the infinite connection of social media really bring us closer together?
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Concrete Women: A Found Poem
“Concrete Women: A Found Poem” by Geneva Phillips
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Excerpts from “A Day in the Life of…” #Hashtag Series by Lisa Botone.
Read MoreHope
“I go to work, smiling for whatever reason. My face comprehends this pleasure fully, but if you ask me, I don’t know why. Rain just brings me joy. “ Erica Bonner sharing moments of joy.
Read MoreEnough Good
“Not everyone has seen enough good to know there is a better life.”
Read MoreI Am Not Your Mother
“I’ve learned that…it does take a village to raise a child—especially from afar. While there are many systems in place to maintain that distance, there are few to close the gap. I hope one day to see better relationships across the razor wire…. I want all of this for the benefit of the kids who bare a disproportionate share of the burden of our adult decisions.”
Read MoreIntroduction from our 2019 Curator
Karen Workun says through this series “you will glimpse what the justice system actively tries to deny and what too many forget to look for: humanity.”
Read MoreThe Least of Us
"If I’ve learned nothing else in the past fifteen years of inviting the homeless to live with my family, it’s that we’re not here to fix the world. It’s tempting to believe otherwise,.... Evangelicals are the great hope of the world, we’re told. We have the Good News. We’re here to change your life. No, wait, sorry: we get ourselves confused with Jesus all the time."
Read MoreBodhisattva Training
"To those taught that with enough perseverance and labor, they can shape the world to their will, this insistence that you must accept that-which-is infuriates. You cannot read acceptance as anything other than capitulation, a giving up which is a giving in, a passive resignation. For what is healing that cannot cure illness? What is love that cannot uproot injustice? The options seem stark: be the savior or be the victim. But this is a false dichotomy. If you cannot control outcomes, it isn’t because someone else is doing so in your place, but because no one can. That-which-is is really that-which-is-unfolding-always-already.
Read MoreWhy I (Still) Believe
"I returned because no matter how hard I tried to convince my mind that faith was baseless, all the rest of me never stopped believing, not my heart or my body or that ocean of being within us—the soul, I suspect—which, in its depths, connects us to each other and to everything else."
Read MoreBloom
"My family, by discouraging the religious path, tried to save me from the all-consuming nature of bhakti devotion and knowing my disposition somewhat better now, I think I might have drowned in spiritual study. They would have lost me, in some way. Perhaps. Creating a personal spiritual discipline of practicing meditation, writing with devotion, and attending yoga teachings allowed me to finally connect with my religious tradition in a way that didn’t provoke my mental restlessness and resistance."
Read MoreThe Greater Jihad
"The three dimensions of Islam include belief, ritual practice, and the effort to improve one’s character (Jihad)—which is perhaps the most misunderstood dimension. Jihad simply translates into ‘struggle’. The ‘greater’ Jihad is this spiritual internal struggle within oneself to improve one’s character. The ‘lesser’ Jihad can be understood as an external struggle in self-defense when attacked."
Read MoreTo Pray Like a Child
"But I did not grow up in these rules. So they are esoteric, they are contraband, they are radical, they liberate me from the drudgery of infinite small choices, the burden of meaning-making, the alienating loneliness of being twenty-two, a writer who has stopped writing, knowing the way I have been living is not enough, hungry for a life that touches other lives: not just those who happen to be alive at the same time as me, but those beyond the wall of time—humans, in their bodies, their costumes, made more human to me by the distance between our centuries and the similarities of some mysterious combination of genes and destiny. "
Read MoreThe Lord's Name
"There is a name above all names we keep saying without meaning, and I’m tired of it.
Read MoreThoughts from our 2017 Essay Series Curators
Sophfronia and Susanna share their thoughts about this year's essay series.
Read MoreBe My Obscurity
"I am just learning how to truly say Amen..."
Read MoreOf Flesh and Spirit
"A person so close to the veil would feel the energy tethering him between the earth and his being, and between his being and the divine. And why wouldn’t that energy temporarily obliterate his pain and crack him open like a sorcerer’s stone through the most sublime release the human body can experience?"
Read MoreDiscovering Existence: A Cross-Textual Essay
"Reading We the Animals by Justin Torres—a novel about a young Puerto Rican growing up in upstate New York, raised by an unstable white mother and heavily influenced by his not so present Puerto Rican father—I heard my story for the first time."
Read MoreHow To Hear Me
"As a survivor of abuse, I find that the social reactions to the details of the abuse I have suffered serve only to prolong that sense of isolation."
Read MoreThoughts from our 2016 Essay Series Curators
Liz Blood and P. E. Garcia talk about "Outsiders".
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